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"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 11 


   The morning after the long, memorable gang-bang where
not only did seven beautiful ladies have their way with me
at once, but I realized that I was completely in love with
Lindsay, I found myself cruelly jarred awake by a bolt of
lightning and accompanying thunder around 6:15am.  My body
had really been pushed beyond its limit over the past week
or so - thanks to these ravenous women - so I was incredibly
sore and achy.  I was so bad off that it even hurt to move.
   But nevertheless, I managed to get out of bed and slowly
walk over to the collection of floor-to-ceiling windows that
oversaw the sports complex and pool outside.  This island
may be a paradise, but it was not immune from the horrible
storms which plague the South Pacific on a routine basis.
   The rain which came down so hard yesterday afternoon and
last evening had not let up one bit.  Even worse, there were
continual flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder
now, and the wind was gusting so much that it howled.
   Having spent most of my time on this island over the past
eight years, I was used to these type of storms.  However, I
was fairly certain that none of the ladies - except Kristanna
(who had been to the island a lot as well) - had been through
a massive electrical storm like this.  Lightning and thunder
eruptions are much more harsh and severe in this part of the
world - the South Pacific - than anywhere else.
   I wanted to be sure all of that the ladies were safe and
sound.  Instead of checking on them from the voyeur room, I
thought it would be best to do so in person.  I threw on some
clothes and put a hat on - to hide my tousled hair - then
left my personal suite and ventured for the guest corridor.
   Once there, I could hear the storm as it raged outside.
Still, I quietly opened the door to Pamela and Amy's room -
not wanting to startle them.  A smile came to my face as I
saw both goddesses curled up together in bed, lost in sleep.
Their bodies were entwined and their lips close as both of
them were frolicking together in the land of dreams.
   I gently closed the door and went to the next room, which
belonged to Devon and Stephanie.  My eyes grew big at what I
saw.  Devon and Stephanie were fast asleep as well, but they
had some company - Kristanna.  All three of them were huddled
together upon the near bed, sleeping peacefully.
   It was good to see that Kristanna had found some bed-mates
after the massive gang-bang which took place last evening.
The original plan was for Kristanna to share the same bed
with me once the others finally left us last night.  But
instead, Kristanna was disappointed when I told her that I
was so exhausted and sore after what I had gone through that
I rather just spend the night by myself.  But I was happy
that she had found a temporary home with Devon and Stephanie.
The three of them, dare I say, made a good couple.
   As I closed the door to their room, another lightning bolt
flashed outside, followed by the loud crackling of thunder.
I wondered to myself how these ladies could sleep so easily
through such a storm, while it woke me up so suddenly.  That
certainly did not seem to make a lot of sense, right?  I was
supposed to be the hardened islander here... correct?
   A check of the third suite told me that not all of them
were immune.  While Trish was in bed, sleeping like a log,
Lindsay was seated at the window - looking outside.  Another
lightning/thunder combination made the charming 18-year-old
cringe and shudder in absolute fright.  She was mortified...
   "Lindsay?" I said quietly.  "Are you okay?"
   She turned and saw me.  "Jeremy!" was her scream.  I made
my way over to her as she fretted, "I hate storms!"
   I placed my hand upon her shoulder and offered, "You must
be the only one, then.  Everyone else is asleep."
   "How can Trish sleep through this?" Lindsay exclaimed,
looking at her lover - all tucked away in bed.  "I have been
awake for an hour because of all that lightning and thunder!"
I could not believe how whiny and upset Lindsay was.
   "Everyone is asleep except you and me," I reiterated.  "I
see that you don't like storms.  But they happen here on the
island.  Expect a couple of more really big ones before the
next nine weeks are up.  It's just a way of life here."
   Lindsay shrieked in fright as another bolt of lightning
struck down - this one someplace close, on the island.  The
little blonde then looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I hate storms, Jeremy.  I just hate them!"
   I extended my hand to her and said, "I can't make it go
away, honey.  But let's go to the kitchen and get something
to eat.  It may help put you at ease."
   Lindsay took my hand and I guided her out of the bedroom
and eventually into the spacious kitchen.  Dressed in just
an oversized night-shirt, the young woman looked like a doll.
I felt like playing with her, of course - especially after
what happened between us last night - but knew this was not
the proper time or place to do so.
   Lindsay yelped once again as another bolt of lightning
crashed down nearby.  Apprehensive, she leaned against the
countertop and looked at me with fear in her eyes.  "What
happens if the power goes out?  It could happen, you know."
The ensuing thunder seemed to rattle her.
   "It could happen, yes," I told her.  "I do have backup
generators installed for the kitchen and the water pressure.
I would have to summon a repairman from the mainland if the
power went out... but we would be okay with food and water."
   Lindsay offered a faint smile.  "That's reassuring."  She
paused and added, "I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I'm really not
hungry.  I just hate lightning.  I can't tell you how much."
   I placed the skillet and spatula, which I had just pulled
out, back into the kitchen cabinet and nodded my head at her.
"Very well, then.  You're not hungry.  Maybe you would like
it if I took you on another tour of the mansion?"
   "Yes, I would," she nodded in response.
   Lindsay then offered me a curious glance as I extended my
hand toward her.  She hesitated for a quick moment or two,
then smiled and grasped my hand with her own.  Next, I guided
Lindsay out of the kitchen, while pulling her hand toward my
mouth and planting a gentle, whispery kiss upon it.
   "I hope you have no regrets over what has happened this
past week or so," I said.  "You came here as a virgin and
this is just your 11th day... but I believe you have had
sex with everyone.  Am I correct?"
   "Yes, you are," she grinned.
   "You have any regrets about losing your virginity?"
   "Not at all," Lindsay responded.  "I love everything about
this island.  I love having sex!  My only regret is that I
refused to try it earlier in life!"
   As we approached the formal dining room, I gave Lindsay a
friendly smile and said, "Feel free to shut me up at any
given time, dear, if what I say or ask is too personal for
you.  The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable."
   "You can ask me anything you want," she smiled in return.
"I feel very comfortable with you, Jeremy.  I get the sense
that you are very easy to talk to.  I like that."
   "Thank you," I grinned, patting her on the hand while
still holding it with my other.  "That's very nice of you to
say."  I paused and added, "If I remember correctly (which I
did), you want to go to college in the fall.  Yes?"
   "I got a scholarship to go to [university name] in Ohio,"
she answered.  "I'm going for secondary education.  One day,
I want to be a teacher.  Just like Pamela.  She was telling
me the other day that she wants to be a teacher, too."
   Yes, I said inwardly.  A stripper-turned-teacher.  Not
the type of thing you want to put on a teaching resume...
   "You must love children..."
   "I love being around kids," Lindsay squealed.  "I just
love them.  Maybe one day, I can have a few of my own."
   I smiled in response to those words.  Hey... I wanted to
be a father one day myself.  The idea flashed throughout my
mind about what it would be like if Lindsay was not even the
mother of my children, but also my wife and soul-mate.  I was
that taken with her - and I was falling deeper and deeper
into that abyss of adoration with every passing second.
   "I love children, too," were my words.  "My sister has
three of them.  Whenever I go back to the states, I always
try and make a point of visiting them.  Ages 14, 13 and 9.
The 14-year-old, Tommy, has a birthday in just three days."
I smiled at Lindsay and told her in a suggestive voice, "I
just haven't found the right woman to settle down with yet."
   There was a moment of strained silence because of my
tone and words, but that all changed once another lightning
and thunder combination rocked the island.  The lightning
was so loud and booming that Lindsay clutched my arm and
held on as if her very life depended upon it.
   "Why are you so scared of lightning?" was my question.
"I understand that many women do not like it... some are
even scared of it.  But it will not hurt you.  The chances
of being struck by lightning are probably one in a billion."
   "Consider me that one in a billion, then," she countered.
"I was struck by lightning when I was a little kid.  I don't
know how I survived it.  It really did not even hurt me at
all, which the doctor said was a miracle.  But ever since
then, I have been scared to death of lightning.  I always
just want to curl up and pray that it goes away."
   "You were okay?" I offered.  "That's good to know.  I
guess you have a legitimate reason to be scared of it.  I
never worry about what will or will not happen to me,
though.  My only concern with the lightning is whether or
not it causes a power outage.  That would be a real mess."
I hesitated for a moment and then continued, "I do feel very
honored, though, that you chose me, along with Trish, as the
ones who took your virginity.  I had never been with a virgin
before.  It was... very exciting."
   "I have only known you for a week-and-a-half, Jeremy, but
I can't think of a better man to have my first time with.
Trish was telling me how lucky I am last night to have had
it with you.  I told Trish that I agreed with her."
   Her words made me smile.  "Thank you, sweetheart."
   "Trish also said that you told her that Kristanna was the
one who took your virginity," Lindsay commented.  "True?"
   I chuckled.  "Yes, true.  That happened five years ago."
I decided to change the subject.  "You talk to your mother
and sisters every single day on the telephone.  Have their
thoughts changed about you being on the island?"
   Lindsay frowned and responded, "They still do not like
me being here because they know what goes on here.  But we
needed that money so much.  Mom said I was sacrificing
myself for the betterment of our family, but I told her that
was not the case.  This place... it's like Heaven.  I love
it here.  They think it is a bad place.  But I tell them it
is a good place.  A wonderful place.  I... I love it here."
   "I love having you here."
   "That's so sweet," Lindsay cooed, as her cheeks reddened
with embarrassment.  She leaned upward and planted a gentle,
whispery kiss upon my face.  "I originally came here solely
because of the money possibilities, Jeremy.  But from being
here this past week - with you and Trish, and all of the
others - I think this will be my best summer ever.  It will
be the best choice I ever made in my whole life.  You can
even take the money out of the equation.  Take it out, and
this would STILL be the best choice I ever made.  I think I
will really grow and mature here, and learn a lot from you
and the others.  This is the best thing for me."
   Even as the electrical storm raged on outside, with the
hard, unrelenting rain included, Lindsay was wide-eyed and
obviously a bit awestruck as I took her on a whirlwind tour
of the mansion.  The highest standards of sophistication and
elegance were evident in every detail of the home, which
featured double beveled-glass doors providing the utmost in
natural lighting, a graceful curved staircase, marble
flooring and beautifully crafted crown moldings.
   Lindsay was fascinated with the huge, L-shaped pool on the
upper level, along with the mahogany library, grand ballroom,
lounge areas and the main computer room.  What she enjoyed
more than anything else, though, was the OmniMAX movie
theater.  I promised Lindsay that soon, I would treat her
and the others to a film about underwater marine life in the
six-story high theater.  "With OmniMAX, you'll really feel
like you are diving right with the sharks," I told her.
   "I only have one question," were my words, as I escorted
Lindsay back toward the kitchen.  Fortunately, the storm
finally seemed to be letting up a bit outside.  "Where does
your attraction for other women come from?  You said that
before coming here, you had never even so much as touched
another girl - even in a common, simple way."
   "I've always been attracted to women," she told me.  "I
had a lot of fantasies about girls I went to high school
with.  But I have always been too scared to step forward and
tell any girls that I have a attraction toward them, though.
That is one thing I love about this island of yours, Jeremy.
I do not have to worry about my inhibitions, because it seems
that all of the other girls here are just like me.  We're all
here to have the time of our lives.  I feel so relaxed."
   As Lindsay continued talking, I lost my focus, and her
words faded away as I openly stared at and admired her.  The
18-year-old looked so ravishing in her delightful little
night-shirt as my eyes took everything about her in.  The
white fabric with the two red stripes across her shoulders
and down her sides, with a _Minnie Mouse_ design standing out
proudly over her firm, smallish breasts, was ever-so-tight.
The garment ended at mid-thigh, so Lindsay's doe-like legs
were on glorious display.  They looked so very immaculate -
just like the rest of her precious, adorable body.  I wanted
to worship her body with not only my lips, but also my hands.
   "Don't you agree with me, Jeremy?" Lindsay said, those
words vaulting me out of my private thoughts.  She gave me
an inquisitive expression.  "Well?"
   "Of course I do," I returned, though I had no idea what
Lindsay was talking about.  I had been gawking at her for
the better part of a minute and during that time, all of the
words spoken had been completely lost on me.  Whatever I
agreed with, I hope it did not make me look like a fool...
   I took a deep breath and sighed once Lindsay trailed her
hand downward and gave my unsuspecting cock a good squeeze
through the cargo shorts that I had on.  An instant later,
she brought that same hand up to her face, then opened her
mouth and pointed at it with an extended finger.  Clearly,
this little angel wanted to perform oral sex on me.

   I was flabbergasted.

   "What brought this on?" I gushed.
   Lindsay offered me a quizzical expression.  "What brought
this on?  You just agreed, Jeremy, that maybe sucking on
your cock and having sex with you would take my mind off of
the lightning storm."  My eyes went wide and I nearly choked
as Lindsay then asked, "You want me to get naked now?"
   "Yes please," I replied, without hesitation.
   Lindsay again smiled as she lifted her night-shirt up, and
over, her head.  She leaned over and rolled her socks down
and off.  I stood back and admired the scenery as Lindsay
slid her white shorts and panties southward and then stepped
out of them.  Next came her bra.  Suddenly, Lindsay was nude.
   "Oh God..." I growled, eyeing her luscious figure up and
down.  Lindsay was so incredibly beautiful.  She was living
proof that teen-age girls could grow up really fast.  I
could easily envision her, just a few years ago, in braces
and pig-tails, with that shy and humble nature to match.
Now, Daddy's little girl had become an 18-year-old woman,
ready to totally indulge herself as she struggled to wrap
her glossy, red lips around my throbbing erection.
   After dropping down to her knees, Lindsay reached out with
both hands and tugged at my shorts.  Once unlooping my belt,
she undid my shorts and then pulled them down.  There was a
dreamy, wide-eyed expression upon Lindsay's darling face as
she reached into my briefs and fished my hard cock out.  I
growled again, this time as she briskly stroked me off.
   I placed both hands upon the stool behind me and leaned
against it for support as Lindsay now used her own hands to
vigorously pump and frig my shaft.  At this exact moment in
time - for whatever reason - I began to wonder about Lindsay.
I wanted to know every little detail about who she was as a
person.  Could this really be my future wife?
   "What more can you tell me about yourself, honey?"
   "What do you mean?" Lindsay asked, extending her tongue
and swiping away at the very tip of my cock.
   "I don't know all that much about you," I said.  "All I
really know is that you lost your father, unfortunately, and
your family is in a really tight bind for money because of
it."  Lindsay nodded as I added, "I just like to know about
the women I am with.  What can you tell me about yourself?"
   "What do you want to know?"
   "Tell me about your hobbies."
   Lindsay smiled and mouthed the head of my erection for
several seconds before answering, "Well, I live on a farm
in [city name], Ohio, and we have a couple of horses.  I
LOVE to go horseback riding.  That is a definite hobby of
mine."  Lindsay wrapped her moist lips around my cock and
offered it a feverish, but somewhat brief, sucking.  "I'm
not much into the party scene.  I like to stay home and be
with my mom and sisters.  We're all pretty close."  Lindsay
was frigging my cock with both hands like there was no
tomorrow.  "I'm also really interested in cars."
   "What does your mother do for a living?"
   "She works at some medical packaging place."
   I closed my eyes and sighed at the wondrous sensations.
When Lindsay was not talking, she was servicing my cock with
her magical mouth.  It was difficult to hold a conversation
in this manner, but I trudged forward anyway.
   "Are you religious at all?"  I already knew the answer to
that question, but felt as if it was a good conversation
piece anyway.  Lindsay was a very devoted Catholic girl.
   "Oh yes," she grinned.  "Very much so.  I sing in the
church choir every Sunday."  Lindsay then pouted.  "That is
one thing I will definitely miss while I'm on this island of
yours.  I ALWAYS go to church on Sunday morning.  Somehow, I
think I'll survive, though."  And with that, she took my cock
right back into her mouth and started sucking again.
   "What is the one thing that you want most out of life?"
   "Let's stop talking," Lindsay insisted, cutting me off.
"I don't want to talk.  I just want to suck your cock..."
   "I have something even better in mind," I told her.
   Lindsay looked up at me with a quizzical expression as I
withdrew my erection from between her pouty red lips.  Then
I grasped it with my right hand and rubbed its bulging tip
all over her pretty face and quivering lips.  After grasping
a clump of her silky, yellow-blonde hair, I wrapped it around
my cock and started stroking.  I really could have blew my
load right there, but knew my sperm was needed elsewhere.
   Letting go of Lindsay's hair, I pushed my hips forward
until my cock was jammed in her mouth.  I used both hands
to cradle her head as I started off with a slow thrusting
motion.  I pulled my shaft out, until just its tip was
encircled by her lips.  Next, I plunged it back into her
mouth as far as it could possibly go (which was only about
halfway, due to Lindsay's inexperience at this sort of
thing).  Then, I repeated the process - over and over again.
   Eventually, my fingers were twisting and twirling their
way through Lindsay's hair.  I could see her throat swell as
each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her.  It was not
too long before I was pounding away at her, at warp-speed.
   After several seconds of this physical, harsh treatment,
I hammered my cock into Lindsay's mouth one final time and
began to blast a load of semen deep into her hungry throat.
I screamed out in maddening desire as Lindsay stared up at
me, squealing wildly, with absolute lust in her eyes.  I
then watched with amazement as her throat rippled, while she
guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm.
   I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by
me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth.  It
was still coated with sperm, so Lindsay's head darted forward
and she sucked it dry.  Obviously, she wanted every drop.
   I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free
from the wondrous, warm clutches of Lindsay's sweet mouth.  I
took a step back and sighed deeply, saying, "Incredible..."
   "I like that!" Lindsay squealed, grasping her chin with her
right hand while opening and closing her mouth in succession,
stretching her jaws.  "Sliding your big cock in my mouth like
that!"  Suddenly, Lindsay was all bubbly.  "And I swallowed
every last drop, too!  That's a first for me!"
   "First of many," I said, short of breath.  I leaned down
and gently patted the back of her shoulder.  "Let's go off to
my room, dear.  There are better places for this than the
kitchen floor.  Don't you think?"
   Lindsay stood up, then reached down with both hands and
rubbed her kneecaps.  Unfortunately, they were red from
being on the floor.  "Linoleum is a killer on the knees,"
was her comment, as she then made a motion to retrieve her
clothing.  I stopped her, however.
   "You don't need your clothes."
   "But I don't want to leave them here in the kitchen!"
Lindsay squealed.
   "You don't need them," I reiterated, my voice sounding
firm and authoritative.  Lindsay hesitated for a moment,
looking at me, but then relented and nodded her head in
agreement.  Feeling as if I was about go on a rare power
trip, I pointed toward the general direction of my private
suite and said, "Get moving, Lindsay."
   She offered me another look, but then turned and began
walking off.  My verbal, strict command for her was a sign
that I was becoming more comfortable around Lindsay.  I got
the sense that she did not mind taking orders that way.
   I pulled my own shorts and briefs back up, and dutifully
followed her.  I let Lindsay lead the way to the luxurious
suite, my lecherous eyes trained upon that tight, little
ass of hers.  There were a lot of things I had in mind for
that ass.  All in due time, that is...
   Once the long trek from the kitchen to my suite was
finally complete, Lindsay turned toward me and I admired her
from head to toe.  She had a magnificent body.  There was no
doubt about that.  Of particular interest to me were her
firm, taut breasts, and the patch of blonde curls nestled
between her thighs.  But I did have an idea in mind that
could, quite possibly, improve her physical appearance.
   "Lindsay, sweetheart... can I ask you for something?  It
is perfectly okay if you say no.  I would understand."
   "Sure," she replied.  "Ask away."
   I offered a cautious smile.  "There is something I have
always wanted to do to a woman... but have never had the
opportunity.  As I said, it's okay if you say no."
   "What is it?"  Lindsay did not appear apprehensive at all.
She seemed more interested and curious than anything else.
   I smiled once again, then turned and retrieved a can of
shaving cream and a straight razor from the nearby dresser.
When the 18-year-old caught a glimpse of what I had in my
hands, her eyes widened in obvious shock.
   "You... you... want to shave... my... my pu-pu-pussy?"
   I gently shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yes, I'd like
to.  If it's okay with you.  If not, it is perfectly fine.
I won't hold anything against you."
   Lindsay paused for a moment, apparently lost in thought.
She seemed to be debating things in her mind.  I just stood
there, holding the can of shaving cream in one hand and a
razor in the other, awaiting her reply.
   Lindsay looked up at me and reached between her thighs,
and ran her palm across her silky bush.  "I've never even
thought of shaving my pussy.  I... I... the thought... it
has never even crossed my mind!"
   "It's okay if you say no, dear," was my response as she
continued rubbing herself.  "I would understand perfectly."
   "No," she countered.  "I want you to."  Lindsay's posture
straightened and she spoke with confidence, "I want you to.
I want you to shave my pussy."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Yes," she replied.  "Sure as I've ever been.  If it will
make you happy... then I'm all for it."
   I nodded my head at her and returned, "Excellent.  Get up
on the bed and lay down... and spread your legs for me."
   My cock was starting to pulse with newfound life again as
I made my way over to Lindsay, the shaving cream and razor in
hand.  I knelt down between her widespread thighs and took
in the sight of her lovely, little pussy.  It was partially
hidden below a nest of blonde curls - but not for long.
   I applied an generous helping of shaving cream to my
fingers and completely lathered up the silken joining of her
thighs.  Lindsay's body was trembling with an obvious mixture
of apprehension and arousal as she lay on the bed, her head
raised and looking at me.  Soon, her eyes darted toward the
razor which I held in my right hand, dangling it before her.
   "You sure you want me to do this?" I asked yet again.  I
just wanted to be positive that it was okay with her.
   "Yes," she answered.  "I'm just a little nervous... that's
all.  You know, that big razor and all..."
   "Ahh, don't worry," I soothed her.  "I'll be real careful
with it.  Just relax, sweetheart.  Just relax..."
   I sprayed a helping of shaving cream all over my left
hand, then lathered Lindsay's tender pussy and inner thighs
up some more with it.  Another helping was applied shortly
thereafter.  Soon, Lindsay looked like a Whip-Cream Sundae.
All she needed now, it seemed, was a cherry on top.  But she
had already lost one cherry exactly one week ago today...
   "Oh my God..." the teen-ager breathed as I pressed the
razor upon her right thigh, and started moving inward.  Her
body tensed as nearly half of her silky bush was taken away
with a series of short, quick swipes.  I pulled the razor
back for a quick moment and shook it vigorously, causing any
excess cream to fling off.
   "See?" I said, kissing her kneecap.  "That didn't hurt...
did it?  Just a bit more and I'll be all done."
   Using the razor, I now worked on the opposite side.
Being both gentle and extremely careful, I shaved away the
curly blonde patch while Lindsay continued to sigh and breathe
beneath me.  I think it was exciting her for me to do this.
   I pulled the razor back and shook it out again.  Now, the
last remaining areas for me to take care of were above
Lindsay's pussy and either side of her clitoris.  I swiped
away the upper portion with relative ease, but knew extra
caution was needed to take care of her little passion-nub.
   The vixen flinched as I gently placed the razor next to
her clitoris.  I moved the blade outward, swiping away any
fuzz.  Then I did the same on the opposite side.  Now, save
for a couple places I had missed here-and-there, I was just
about finished.  Just a few razor swipes later, and Lindsay's
pussy was completely shaved bald.
   "Oh my God!" she breathed, reaching between her thighs
and feeling herself.  "It's all gone!"
   "Hold on, sweetheart," I said, raising to my feet.  I
quickly went to the restroom and got a warm wash-cloth,
then returned and pressed it between her thighs.  I rubbed
away all of the excess shaving cream and was rewarded with
the full, unobstructed view of a beautiful, little pussy.
Finally free, it literally glistened in the natural light!
   Lindsay continued to rub herself for several seconds,
breathing deeply, before finally offering a smile.  I think
she was enjoying the way her bare pussy felt upon her hand.
Seeing her smile made me do the same in return.
   Of course - by now - my shaft was as hard as a rock.  I
am not sure if anyone had ever gotten me more hard than I
was right now.  Although it was short in length of time,
shaving Lindsay's pussy had been an incredible experience
for me.  It was something I had always wanted to do to a
woman, but never had the opportunity.  Until now.
   "I hope you like it," I told her.  "No blood, either.  So
I didn't nick you anywhere with the blade."
   "Like it?" Lindsay squealed.  "I LOVE IT!  I love how it
feels.  I... I feel more exposed now.  I love it!"
   I smiled at her while tossing the wash-cloth elsewhere in
the room.  "May I be the first one to lick your bald pussy?"
   "Of course!" Lindsay exclaimed, opening her thighs even
further.  "By all means, please!"
   I moved between her thighs and gave her damp slit a long,
thorough lash with my tongue.  Lindsay gasped at the initial
contact, then reached down with her right hand and gently
fingered her clitoris.  I watched this for a moment, then
made eye contact with her and smiled.
   I dropped to my knees and settled between her thighs.  As
I started swiping away at her pussy, Lindsay hooked a leg
around my shoulder and upper back, and sighed in lust.  She
moved her fingers downward, across her pussy, but kept them
wide enough so I had ample access to her wetness.  Lindsay
groaned in arousal as I worked her pussy over with my tongue.
   With her free hand, the young woman grasped one of her
firm, exquisite breasts and squeezed it tightly.
   "Feels so good!" she cooed, her eyes fixated upon mine as
I stared up at her.
   I licked and slurped away upon her gooey pussy, and paid
special attention to her tiny slit.  I brushed my lower lip
across it, to which Lindsay squealed in response.  It was
quite obvious that she was really turned on right now.
   I kissed her womanly folds as her body started to rumble
and vibrate upon the bed.  She brought both hands downward,
between her outstretched thighs, and pried open her pussy
with several fingertips.  I used the invitation to plunge
my tongue even deeper into her wet recesses.
   As I then pressed a finger to her anus, Lindsay's body
began to buck and thrash about wildly.  She screamed in lust
at the new sensation, just before I used the opportunity to
clamp down hard upon her pussy with my lips and mouth.
   Lindsay bellowed and cried in passion as a powerful orgasm
overtook her entire body.  A split-second later, a stream of
female love-juice was oozing from the confines of her folds.
Of course, I greedily lapped all of it up with my tongue.  I
did not stop, in fact, until her pussy had been thoroughly
licked and cleansed dry.  That was not for awhile.
   "OHHHHH..." the little angel sighed in the aftermath, her
blue eyes closed.  "You made my pussy feel so good, Jeremy.
You really did.  Oh my... that was something special."
   I finally withdrew my face from between her thighs, and
offered a gentle smile.  "It was my pleasure, dear Lindsay."
I kissed one of her kneecaps and asked in an easy tone, "Do
you masturbate a lot?"  Lindsay's face reddened (I loved that
look from her) as I added, "I saw you touching yourself."
   Lindsay pouted, perhaps too ashamed to speak.
   I kissed her kneecap again.  "It's okay, honey.  This is
my island, my mansion.  This isn't Ohio with judgmental
family members and friends around to condemn you for any
little thing that they think is wrong."  I stroked her leg
with my right hand and stressed, "Lighten up.  I want you to
be totally open and honest with me.  I will never hurt you,
or wrong you.  There is no need to be embarrassed or shy.
Now, you were touching yourself when I was giving you oral."
   "I couldn't help it," she confessed, avoiding eye contact
with me.  "I... I just couldn't help it.  Your tongue... it
made me... it made me... so hot.  So incredibly hot."
   I smiled at her words, thinking to myself that Lindsay was
such a sweetheart.  A total sweetheart!  Still, I needed to
nudge her some more.  "Do you masturbate a lot?  Tell me."
   "Yes," she answered quickly.
   "How often?"
   Lindsay gulped her throat.  "Every... day..."
   I smiled and nodded my head in response, once again
kissing her kneecap.  "If I was a woman and had a body like
yours, sweetheart, I couldn't resist touching myself,
either."  Lindsay giggled as I continued, "It is perfectly
normal.  Everyone masturbates.  Everyone."
   "They do?"
   "Everyone," I reiterated.  "I think you're a good girl,
Lindsay.  You were raised to be a good girl."  I smiled at
her.  "But part of you wants to be a bad girl.  Correct?"
   The blonde vigorously shook her head, although I could
tell that she was hedging somewhat to my lewd suggestion.
"No!  I'm a good girl.  Bad is well... it's BAD!"
   I tilted my head to the side and smiled gently at her.
"Good girls don't go around and make suggestions about
sucking cock and having sex with a man they met just 11
short days earlier."  There was that irresistible blush from
her again!  "And you could never call a good girl a blowjob
machine."  I smiled at her once again.  "Do you have any
idea what I call you, Lindsay?"
   "What?"
   "A blowjob machine.  That is what you are turning into.
You LOVE sucking cock.  Know what else I call you?"
   Now, Lindsay was fidgeting.  "What?"
   "A bad girl."  I ran my right hand over and across her
inner thigh, relishing its firmness, as she still lay upon
the bed in front of me.  "It's okay to be bad, sweetheart.
It's GOOD to be bad."  I paused for a moment, allowing my
words to sink in.  "Tell me.  Are you a bad girl?"
   "Yes," Lindsay said, still refusing to make eye contact.
   "Yes what?"
   She squealed and shook her head, not pleased that I
wanted some specifics.  "Yes, I'm a... bad girl."
   "Good girl," I praised her, grinning.  "You admit it.
Do you want to have sex with me now?"
   "God yes!" Lindsay exclaimed, sitting up upon the bed and
finally looking me square in the eyes.
   "Be graphic about it.  Tell me what you want."
   "What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
   "Talk like a bad girl would," I urged her.  "Tell me what
you want.  Tell me what you want me to do to you."
   Lindsay gulped her throat, but pressed forward anyway.  "I
want you... I want you to... fu-fu-fuck... me."
   I smiled and nodded my head, rising from my knees and
taking a seat upon the bed beside Lindsay.  I slipped my
right arm around her shoulder and mused, "Good.  Very good."

   Suddenly, I heard a knock upon the entrance to my suite.

   "Come in," I called out.
   "I hate to disturb you so early in the morning, Jeremy,
but have you seen Lindsay anywhere?" Trish commented as she
stepped into the room.  "With this storm and all, I am..."
Trish stopped in mid-sentence and openly gawked at the sight
of Lindsay and yours truly upon the bed in our nude forms.
In a single word, Trish was stunned.  Totally stunned.
   "Hi girlfriend," Lindsay snickered, waving a hand at her.
   Trish found it somewhat difficult to begin.  "Have... have
you been here all night?  I woke up about 15 or 20 minutes
ago, but you were gone.  I searched the whole mansion for
you.  I... I found your night-shirt, bra and panties in the
kitchen.  With the storm outside, I was worried sick!"
   "What storm?" Lindsay giggled, nudging my shoulder for
emphasis.  Sex seemed to chase all of Lindsay's worries away.
No longer was she whining and complaining about the storm...
   "I was going to ask Jeremy if he had possibly seen you at
all," Trish continued.  "It was my last hope."  She paused,
her eyes drifting southward.  A surprised expression came to
her face as she asked, "What happened to your pussy?"
   "Oh!" Lindsay squealed, rising up to her knees upon the
bed and rubbing an open palm between the silken joining of
her thighs.  "Jeremy shaved it!  Jeremy shaved my pussy!"
   "He... he _SHAVED_ it?"
   Lindsay nodded her head.  "Yes, he sure did."  Next, she
reached for my shaft and began stroking it with her right
hand.  "You know, Trish... instead of standing there and
talking, you could come over to us and start fucking."
   Trish gasped as Lindsay looked at me and smiled.  She
said that _nasty_ word without any hesitation whatsoever.
   Trish turned her attention toward me, then smirked as she
saw caught a glimpse of my erection - which Lindsay was still
stroking.  "Are you okay, Jeremy?  How are you feeling?
After what we did to you last night..."
   "I am very sore and tired, but I could never deny the
chance to be with one of you girls," I told her, grinning.
"Remember what you said to me last week, Miss Trish?  I'm a
good guy with some naughty fantasies.  I want to take
advantage of every opportunity I have to live out those
fantasies.  Not all of you girls will stay with me forever."

   But hopefully two or three of you would, I said inwardly.

   "Your fantasies involve getting us naked and having sex
with us," Trish giggled.  "And, in some cases, shaving our
pussies."  She glanced at Lindsay with that last remark.
   "As long as you are comfortable and content about it,
then yes... those are the fantasies I want to fulfill."
   "What other fantasies do you have?" Trish wondered.
   For an instant, I glanced at Lindsay's hips.  God, I
wanted to sink my cock into that little ass of hers so much.
But was Lindsay ready for that?  Would she even approve of
it?  I wanted to bring the subject up, but decided that it
would be best to hold back for now.  I could ask Lindsay
about the possibility of anal sex sometime in the future.
   "I have a couple of other fantasies," was my response for
Trish.  "I'm sure you'll learn all of them eventually."
   "Come over here and join us," Lindsay invited Trish.  "We
could take turns fucking and sucking Jeremy's cock."
   Trish giggled at the naughty suggestion, but wound up
shaking her head in denial.  "No... I think I'll pass."
   "You'll PASS?" Lindsay whined, upset.
   "It's not even seven o'clock yet," Trish explained.  "I'm
not a morning person.  I'm still half-asleep as it is."  She
tilted her head to the side and added, "I was worried about
you, Lindsay.  That's why I got up and went searching for
you.  For all I knew, you could have been outside in this
storm.  But I see that you are in good hands with Jeremy."
   "He's in good hands with me!" Lindsay said, squeezing my
hard shaft several times in succession.
   Trish giggled again.  "I shall see the two of you at
breakfast.  Sound good?"  When Lindsay and I nodded our
heads at her, Trish turned to walk away.  She stopped, then
glanced over her shoulder at Lindsay.  "Can I get a kiss
before I leave, and go back to bed?"
   "Only if you kiss Jeremy too," Lindsay purred.
   Trish smiled at both of us, then strolled over and planted
a deep, leisurely kiss upon my lips.  Then she moved over to
Lindsay and did the same, but came away from it licking her
lips.  "You got cum in your mouth, honey," she observed.
   Lindsay looked at me and giggled once more.  "Hopefully,
I'll have even more cum in me soon!  And not just my mouth!"
   "I'm sorry for not joining in, baby, but I'm still tired,"
Trish told her.  "Don't worry, though.  I will make it up to
you later.  Have you ever had a hot oil massage?"
   Lindsay's eyes went wide at the prospects.  "No... but it
sure does sound interesting."
   "I'll make you feel like a billion dollars, honey," Trish
promised.  "See you at breakfast?"
   "Yes."
   Trish smiled at me and waved her hand.  "Bye, Jeremy.
Bye, Lindsay.  See you two later..."
   Once Trish exited my personal suite and closed its door
behind her, Lindsay turned and focused all of her attention
upon me.  "I really wanted Trish to join us."
   I placed an arm around Lindsay's shoulder and kissed the
side of her head.  "I think we can make due without her."
   "I want to suck your cock again," Lindsay proclaimed,
eliciting a lustful growl from deep within my soul.
   "All of my fantasies are coming true..."

                           * * *

   Gripping the length of my shaft with her little, manicured
hand, Lindsay smiled at me and offered it a healthy squeeze.
Moments after I allowed her to lead me over to the computer
desk, I was now seated there with Lindsay on her knees in
front of me.  The sweet-as-silk 18-year-old was so eager to
perform oral sex on me (again) that she immediately dropped
down to her knees once I took a seat in the comfortable chair.
This girl had me floating on _cloud nine_...
   "Hmmmmm... that feels so good," I moaned outloud, as the
little angel palmed my testicles with her left hand and
gently caressed them.  I kept my gaze locked on Lindsay as
she licked and swiped at the tip of my cock with her tongue.
   Eventually, Lindsay slipped my pulsating shaft between
those moist, red lips, and took half of it into her mouth.
Again, that was the most she could muster right now, but in
no way was I complaining.
   Seated on the edge of the chair, I growled out in ecstasy
once Lindsay, who was perched upon her knees in front of me,
locked eyes with me and offered a hot, vampish expression.
Her blonde head was already bobbing back-and-forth as she
tried to fit more of my erection into her luscious mouth.
Those glossy lips of hers were providing just the right
amount of friction as she feasted upon my hard shaft.
   "I wanna suck your cock from now until the end of time!"
she exclaimed, momentarily withdrawing it from her mouth
and swiping away at my testicles.  "Hmmmmm... it tastes so
good!  And it feels so good in my mouth!"  With those words,
back in it went.  Indeed, Lindsay's mouth was becoming a
total suck machine.  And I was the lone beneficiary!
   I could sense an orgasm brewing somewhere inside of me.
With the feel of that warm, wet mouth upon my cock, as it
sucked away for dear life, I was being driven insane.
   Apparently, Lindsay sensed that I was extremely close to
the edge of release.  Thus, she decided to increase the
speed and ferocity of her oral work.  Heeding Trish's advice
from last Thursday, Lindsay flicked her tongue in rapid-fire
succession across the sensitive underside of my cock.
   I grunted as thick globs of sperm jettisoned outward from
my shaft and directly into Lindsay's hungry, awaiting mouth.
She guzzled my juice down her throat, relishing in its taste.
Seconds later, however, the steady flow of sperm got to be
too much for Lindsay to handle.  She grabbed her throat with
her right hand and choked momentarily, allowing my cock to
slip free from within the glorious clutches of her mouth.
   "No!" Lindsay squealed in disgust, upset with herself.
She wiped away some of the excess sperm from her chin and
whined, "I choked on it!  I didn't earlier.  I swallowed
your whole load down."  Lindsay licked her hand and added, "I
want to get to the point where I don't choke on it.  Ever!"
   Instead of replying verbally, I simply reached down and
pulled Lindsay into my lap, then tossed both arms around her
and squeezed tightly.  Yes, this is what I wanted.  I wanted
to hold Lindsay from now until the end of time, and never
let her go.  Lindsay was my angel.  She was my baby girl.
The woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

   But was Lindsay too young for that type of commitment?